Graveyard Grove

I wanted you to hurt,
To feel pain so deep,
Even though it is just a portion of what I felt.
But you were okay.

You did not feel pain
You did not notice
You did not love
You did not care
So I just sat in the grove

Overlooking the graveyard
Perhaps it is fitting for a burial
To bury my pain even though it is love that died

How do you bury something that is alive?
Raging in my heart
A storm so huge ravaging the walls of my chest
I am in pain

I grab my chest in existential agony
Yet only spirits of the dead are around to help
My pain became a dove -
Broken winged
I could not let it go, I could not let it fly away
It could not leave and I could not let it leave

So it is patched here permanently
Everyday is a day to nurse my pain
As I plotted to kill my love
I starved my heart of you
But one day I realized it could not die
Immortal

Great. Just great.
So I will become numb
Feed my bird to the dog
Send my love away
Sleep on this graveyard grove
Tear my chest walls here
Perhaps there pain’s less near

Or it has gone away.

By Allan M. Kiptoo

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